“Ah, you’ve solved the easiest part of the mystery. Congratulations, Blythe. Now, will you finally start piecing the rest together so we can get on with it?” He was a foot away from me now on his slow prowl, and my heart was racing as I gazed up at his fierce, garnet stare. “Get on with what?” “You being mine and ruling hell with me. It is your rightful place, Mortala. Or are we still pretending to be Blythe?”
